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Mysteries Remain

The mysteries remain,

I keep the same

cycle of seed-time

and of sun and rain;

Demeter in the grass,

I multiply,

renew and bless

Bacchus in the vine;

I hold the law,

I keep the mysteries true,

the first of these

to name the living, dead;

I am the wine and bread.



I keep the law,

I hold the mysteries true,

I am the vine,

the branches, you,


and you.

- Hilda Doolittle

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